"NE Sailboat" wrote in news:jhoqh.2187$q32.687
@trndny01:

Larry ,, only pictures in "head" area!

Especially seasonal: Miss June, July, August ............



When I sit at the helm wrapped with Lionheart, many times it is very hard
to see forward in that little space between the deck and the genoa to see
those damned toilet floats the crabbers leave over their traps. This is
not caused by the Zodiac or a clutter of sailing gear or unstowed
fenders. It is caused by the plethora of young, thong-clad females, who
are attracted to my English captain's grey beard and, of course, MONEY.
Some are tagging the captain's guests for their money. Some just seem to
show up for the free ride, and are always welcome aboard Lionheart,
unattached as it were.

Sitting there in the middle of my array of electronic instruments
studying our realtime situation, it is very hard to concentrate on the
next waypoint, some distance off, when one's OWN waypoint is merely a few
feet forward of the windscreen, her special perfume overcoming the smells
in the sea air by 15 decibels, as she lays on her back in front of me
gracefully swinging port and starboard in the swells.

No pictures are necessary in Lionheart's head, the only refuge one can
retire to for some respite from these intensely exciting visions that
make the various testosterones and adrenaline throb through one's
arteries, taxing a fading heart. Once the mind has cleared itself so one
can, once again, focus on the navigational problem at hand, one can
resume his duties to one's captain and relieve the current glossy-eyed
navigator-helmsman who has lost the battle with his biology.

The deck obstructions will be quite inebriated by Lionheart's mystique,
reputation and her extensive libations, later on, as the cruise nears her
slip. One simply has to wait, patiently, as the motion of her keel lulls
those young women into a sense of euphoria, their inhibitions rapidly
dropping like the water in the bilge when the pumps suddenly come
on.....Easy, easy, steady boy, your time approaches!

God I love it on that boat!.....(c;



Third Mate, Engineering....